Nette's Treasures

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 10

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:38:00 +0000

so amazingly blessed in this day! I have rejoiced in it ... battered and bruised we came upon a open clearing with ancient ruins rising out of it. Vines of destruction over powered every structure, yet the essence of what once was still stood. In the center a alter. It was magnificent in size and solid stone. Then I was reminded of Abraham and Isaac. I knelt down and cried... remembering the Hope, Faith, Sacrifice.

Pic by Benjamin Fitzgerald... fantastic work. :o)

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 9

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:14:00 +0000

I was in an FANTASTIC BATTLE! It was amazing... my Adventure Guide and I went to battle. I learned & delivered some amazing moves that are sure to bring the enemy down to their knees. I had SHOUTS that brought the walls down. Kicks from all angles that left them on their face in the jungle mud. And my elbows... man .. watch out for those weapons. They're soon to be licensed. Now resting & laughing. Victory!! :o)

Pic by crossfitalpha... thank you for the logo. Fantastic visual of KM.

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 8

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 06:23:00 +0000

almost swallowed by quicksand! Then the vine of saving grace was thrown down. Phew! Glad He was there to rescue me. Now I'm laying on my face catching my breath and remembering "Do not go ahead or away from me. You don't know the way." I think I'll just rest here for a while. The journey has been a little rough lately but if I just be patient and walk in faith... well it will all sort itself out. ;o)

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 7

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 06:04:00 +0000

pic by slack12 on flickr.... thank you!!! incredible pics!

resting in the infirmary tent at camp. The journey has had it's dangers along the way but mostly trying and "fun". My Adventure Guide is also a very good physician. :o) He has trained others as well. So... now I rest and learn were the weak parts are that need to be mended and healed. I can't help but laugh... with the joy of the Lord in my heart and having no way to contain (in a way of self control) life's funny.

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 6

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 05:51:00 +0000

(SPLASH) Landed in the sweet warm lagoon of joy at the end of a tumultuous painful waterfall. The bubbling joy rising from the deep tickling my heart. It raises my eyes to the heavens where I'm reminded of where my help comes from. The Lover of my Soul dives in with redeeming jubilance causing my joy to overflow so that all may see. All in all >>"I'm Steppin' Up!" (props to Liz Dugger and Aaron Doer + United Choir!)

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 5

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 05:31:00 +0000

riding the current of the waterfall that has taken her breath away in the midst of the Jungle of life. The adventure takes rough twists and turns yet The Adventure guide knows the journey's end, so she keeps her eyes locked on Him. The Long drop is worth the breathtaking beauty of seriously "Letting Go" so the Guide can show her the warm Lagoon at the bottom. Hard? Yes.. Scary?... Yes... willing to walk in faith? YES!

pic by opob on flickr.... thank you!

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 4

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 05:17:00 +0000

at peace. Today we have torn down idols... cut down binding jungle vines and found the oasis in the midst of the jungle. Now we rest for the next adventure. Stories by the firelight and enjoying the moment with the best "Adventure Guide" around. ♥

pic by me on my road trip from Oregon to Texas.

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 3

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:58:00 +0000

pic by opobs on flickr... thank you! beautiful work... check it out!

Resting in the One who knows all and trusting HIM... Know who HE is! The storms may rage but I still have my sights set on my "Adventure Guide"... a dense jungle in a storm can make a girl lose her bearings. Gotta run with the only One who knows His way around and all for His greater purpose. :o) LET IT RAIN!!! I know You will move mountains and shake the foundations as to strengthen and force the pride fall into you.

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:41:00 +0000

blessed by the journey that her Adventure Guide has led her on. To go back in time, embracing the future, but most of all enjoying the moment. So much happens in the present... delight in such a gift!

pic by charlattecreations on flickr... thank you!

My journey on the Adventure of my life... Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:17:00 +0000

excited for the new journey ahead. How exciting to be able to have a NEW day every time we wake up. I mean seriously... if we leave yesterday where it belongs and the future for Him to handle ahead of us then the day we are in is Brand New... it has it's own adventures and baggage. "Hand me a machete and canteen. Okay... Let's Do This!" I've got the best "Adventure Guide" around ... That's just how He rolls!

pic by geekmojo from flickr... thank you! fantastic pic.

In the Storm

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 03:28:00 +0000

As I sit here listening to the rain fall, my pulse races and muscles tense in the memories of yesterday. The moments of laughter, touch, longing passion untouched by any other. The smell of his skin. The sound of his heart beating. The touch... the touch that makes my soul melt into oblivion. Still ... even now as the thunder trembles my being... I ache and wait.

Wait for the sorrow to end. Wait for the joy to rise once again. Wait... patiently... for the guide of the Soothing Father's hand. Nothing has happened with out purpose or cause it is just that I am still lost in the emotions of it all. Is it wrong?

No, most certainly not. If my emotions were not involved, for me at least, it would betray the truth of my heart and harden what must be pliable. So, what do I do? What do I say? Do I cry and yell in the midst of the pain? Do I stand tall, shoulders back and take on another day? Who ever said it had to be one or the other? I'll do both. I'll cry and yell as my heart needs to decompress; then I'll laugh and dance as I am once again filled with the joy of the Creator's hand.

It's never easy to go against the "natural" flow of societies current but I am not about to drown in the rapids of collective faithlessness. My body will strengthen in each forceful stroke. My heart grows stronger in endurance as I continue in faith and belief in the only One who knows where it all began and where it is to go. So keep falling rain and thunder storms roar ... I am still going forward regardless of the storm. I will not be lost.

my testimony in a nutshell...

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:41:00 +0000

passive yet strong willed beginnings.. married young... mountain tops.... deep dark valleys.... abyss at one point.... restored, renewed, and falling madly in love with the Lover of my Soul.... new adventures begin... heartbreak... resting grace... layers stripped away.... renewing day by day... and the adventure continues without landing on the "X" yet.

a nibble of enouragement.....

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:31:00 +0000

it is in the midst of great tribulation that the light of the dawn raises our spirits as if the light had never been seen before. For it is His light that raises the Son. May you be encouraged in the "midnight blackness" as His light pierces through.

Psa. 112:7 He will not fear evil tidings; His heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD. (NASB)

Believe...

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sun, 03 May 2009 08:29:00 +0000

Awaiting in space and time
With everything around without rhyme

Just standing in the blackness and smoke
Remembering Faith is not seeing but stands in Hope

Hope and promises of things unseen
Believing in Him and walking free

Free of fears and what is known
Free of bondage which once did tightly hold

"They say many things.."
However "they" go on what they see
Yet I choose to stand firm on thee

All is not lost just because it looks dead
For in the winter the life is restoring in grounds bed

We know that spring will come
Though we don't see it..life soon will be sprung
From the hard, cold, broken ground
After time and His hand has strengthened roots all around

Even in the quiet pain
Here I am standing in faith

Stand in the rain
Of hardship and change

Going beyond what you see
For in the winter roots are set free
To grow stronger and deeper
By the hand of the Creator

And when Life springs forth
You'll know that your Faith helped you stand the coarse.

He does not lie
He is Faithful in deed
He is the Master of all
He is HE

So here I stand
Beyond what I see
Standing in Faith
Believing in HE.

Restoring Me (March 15, 2009)

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 02:51:00 +0000

Restored, renewed, reminded what's true!

What no man can see or fathom, God can absolutely do!
Know Who has complete control
Stands in fullness with strength untold.

Time is not a bondage
Faith is belief in action
Not to what is seen or heard
But upon the One who gave it for the undeserved.

The darkness come and waves mount high
My eyes are lifted to the Creator of the tide.
We dance upon the beach without fear
As he draws and holds me near.

I am His desire
And forever He is mine.
He knows the inner workings of me
Before I was even in the womb to be seen.

He created every detail, personality, gifts, limits ... all
He knew and knows when I will walk tall or fall
Yet still He longingly waits to pour out His grace
And draw me into His saving embrace.

So I'll not cry because what I have lost
Though some tears may come, it shows my heart is still soft.
And soft is exactly what one's heart should me
To be molded more like Him and less of me.

Continue restoring me, oh Lord,
One layer at a time.
I love you everyday even more.

Triumph in the darkness

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 01:50:00 +0000

Triumph in the midst of these

Every breath to eternity

Will sing His praise regardless of what's seen

For my eyes are placed upon the Unseen.

I've got the victory

For He has set me free

Though I walk through the fiery furnace

No more tethers binding me.

Trusting Him

Loving Him

Seeking Him

Remain in Him

for there is my Fortress

Which will long withstand

The trials cast by the enemies hand.

He allows them for greater purpose unseen

Drawing me ever deeper into Him and not of me.

I am NOT alone

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 01:25:00 +0000

Heartbreaking

Soul aching

Loud shattering crack

every essence

of all with in

has felt as if it was never coming back

none of it is meant to be

handled on my own

life is not such a simple task

where you walk the path alone.

it's in the hands of the the One who knows

through his humiliation, thrashings, and scars

all the pain, sorrows, and unknowns

for he knows our every part

from beginning to end

he knows no bounds

to stop him or contain

so i release it all

my love, tears, and pain

for him to restore, redeem, and renew again

my everlasting saving grace.

though the storm keeps crashing down

as i lose all that I have held so dear

he will take good care that I do not drown

for he can see things more clear

no doubts consume the broken halls

no trial do i run from him again

i've done that once and had my fall

never do i desire that same abyss

so hope and longing

are hung like stars

with unconditional love the sky

for he created all of it

and hears my every cry

so i cry....broken at his feet

huddled in his arms of grace and mercy

i am not alone.

In the Moment

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 02:57:00 +0000

Well... here's an update on what is happening in the crazy wild waves of this young woman's life. I'll lay it out in a nut shell... the 411 for those that care and short and sweet for those who don't really. :o)

* Accepted to GFU!!! (let's just say: MIRACLE)

* Releasing the last piece of half of the tapestry to the Weaver... feeling frayed but peace. (MIRACLE 2)

* Living... not just surviving but thriving! (MIRACLE 3)

.... and now considering putting out into the public hands a compilation of written work: "Shattered Beautiful Pieces" ( cover: white... pottery pot broken in pieces in the hands of a potter... back of the book cover: white ... all the pieces made whole ... royal purple in the potters hands.)

All this to say>> Miracles occur every moment of every day. We will see them, taste them, hear them and feel them when we stop long enough to pay attention. I hesitate to say "be in the moment" because of the sad state of affairs the society hears that phrase... whatever... Be In the Moment..FEEL... LISTEN... TASTE... TOUCH... SMELL... experience that fullness of the moment no matter what it is because there is purpose.

I am not saying this from a place of comfort ability. I am coming from a place of grief. In the depths of the darkness and pain let it run it's course and experience all of the moments. You may just be surprise by how Beautiful and Bright the light is on the other side. In the arms of the One who created me I wail, heave, and scream in to the darkness... and He.... well .... He holds me and cries with me never to leave me alone in this suffering.

Some ask how in this world and in this time can you see an all Loving God? I answer "With in every tear drop, sent of a newly opened bud, the sweet smile of a child, the places of death I could have gone and yet did not, in the taste of a meal made and shared with love... we just have to take the time to Be In the Moment."

May anyone who reads this, or anything that I write here, be encouraged and know that you are not alone.

Another twist in the Fantastic adventure ....

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 02:38:00 +0000

I did it! I turned in my college application today. Yep that's right. I am going back to school. I have only actually completed one year. I then entered the "adult" world. That was about 14 years ago. Yes... I said it... 14 years ago. :o) I'm so excited, scared and I WANT IT SO BAD!!! It has left an aching hunger in my soul and I am excited for this new path of the fantastic adventure God has me on. He is not boring. :o) I can say that with all honesty and with a joyful heart.

So here is my letter of submission for my application. I should add I'm okay whatever the outcome may be because there is a bigger picture here and I don't know all of the details. :o)

Hello! My name is Jeanette Mayhew. I am 32 years old, and I have a strong desire to return to school. I am a young woman on the cusp of truly embracing the Lord's calling in my life and the plans he has for me. I have no interest in superficial interactions, so I am going to break into the reality that is my life right now.

Here I am. I have had 13 years in the "real world" trying to figure out what direction to go in, and falling along the way. I have never lost sight of the Creator of my soul, however, I have often ignored him in my own journey of youthful pride and disobedience. I am in a place right now of taking His hand and leaping in absolute faith. I know that He has created me for an absolute purpose. it is time to live it out.

I am profoundly overwhelmed at the movement he has made in my life. I don't know all of the details but what I do know is that he is igniting my passion. Which brings me to: "Why now?" and "Why George Fox University?"

Often, I have wished I would have stayed and finished school. Whether It was fear or complete naiveté, I didn't complete my studies. Now I am older, hopefully wiser, and most definitely more hungry for the college experience and I have the desire to finish strong. I want to "suck the marrow out of life" as the Lord has given it to me. I believe that, for me George Fox University is the place to do that.

My desire is to enter into the whole undergraduate experience: to complete a double Major in writing / literature and communications, while receiving a minor in ESOL with a higher than 3.0 GPA, then complete my Master's in teaching. I have no excuses or distractions. I know that I can do it all in Him.

I have not reached this decision in haste or without deep prayer and petition. Our Lord is great, unpredictable in our natural expectations, and he has a fantastic sense of humor. I am excited and anticipate this new adventure.

My life began with the Lord when I was 10, at Fellowship Bible Church in Phoenix, Arizona during A.W.A.N.A. My mom has been a single parent from the time I was 2. She was 27 at this point and cried when she heard the news. :o) We moved to Oregon when I entered high school. Through high school, I grew in my relationship with the Lord, always asking myself "If I died today, what do I want people to remember of me?"

Upon graduation I knew I was going to George Fox and my boyfriend would be going to Western Baptist. We had just started our relationship that spring and the distraction began. I spent half of my time at GFU and the other half at Western Baptist. I married him. We have had out own journey through the valleys and mountain tops and the Lord has been in it all. He certainly allowed me to fall hard enough to get my attention and awaken my passion once again!

So, here I am asking for you to accept me into your school, to not only participate, but to impact in a positive way, for the Lord we adore. My name is Jeanette Mayhew and I am looking forward to being a part of your University. Thank you for your time and may the Lord bless you and your family as you serve Him in the wholeness in which He has called you.

Thank you!

So ... that is it. My life in a quick nutshell, with some vague areas, for all the world to see. I'm excited to have it out and on paper focused and edited properly (by 2 dear friends Courtney and JuJu also known as JLo. Thank you both for helping me to tidy it up :o) ). So I'll keep y'all up-to date on the next part of this journey or if another turn is taken. :o)

The Day I brought my boy home...

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 15:39:00 +0000

So today is the day...

The day I brought him home.

Such a proud day. One filled with anticipation, anxiety, joy, and hope.

Anticipation.... to start the journey right a way.

Anxiety... will I know what to do. How to help with the journeys trials and new experiences?

Joy... I have been waiting for such a long time.

Hope... for the new adventures.

Today is the day ...

The day I brought Mac Home to stay!

"I've got... got the victory. I've got the sweet sweet victory of Jesus..."

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 09:13:00 +0000

The storm clouds engulf the ever steadfast presence of my soul.
There is calm in the midst
Peace be stills the over whelming angst that is destined to over take me
"Oh ye of little faith"
So I stand ... In the rain.... regardless of the pain.
Because of the pain there will be beauty.

The promises are from the One on which I stand.
My foundation firm and solid.
To Know him is to Believe him
To Believe him is to Understand that he is He.
The know is Intimate and not to be underestimated.
Passionate and Satisfying is He.
He will bring beauty from pain...
"And we know that in all things God works for the the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."--Romans 8:28

So into this storm I shall STAND
STAND in the Pain
For I have the Victory

And his name is Christ Jesus! :o)

The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall,
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. --Isaiah 40:28b-31

The Eyes of a Girl .... last entry from (5-19-03)

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 04:29:00 +0000

*Part 3:

See, she never felt without foundation when she would move. Her worth, value, and stability rested in a higher source. Her mother, she was certain, was created and sent as her guardian angel.

She knew that she was never alone. She also had a best friend. Not like most children's best friends. This friend was not invisible or outside the home, but her little sister.

So, it was her sister, her mother, and herself. All who had more love and understanding of those around them then they ever had in money. With that, she was content. Her peace was evident in her manner and her pose, but mostly found in her eyes.

"The eyes are the windows through which anyone can see the soul, if they truly took the time to look," her mother would tell her. She always looked. It fascinated and, at times, saddened her depending on what she saw. Yet, she would continue to look. The longing in her soul always made her look on... deeper.

Now, as she sat in the bay window, she could see what might be around the bend. Excitement built in her and also a sense of nervousness, each in equal parts. This would be a great chapter. Her eyes confirmed it.

** so this is it. The Eyes of a Girl .... this is where I ended and stopped by writers block. I'm okay with it as a short story. I tend to get these bursts and then have no where else to go with it. I hope you have enjoyed it. Your input is welcomed ( with in reason of course...LOL ;) ).

The Sweet Embrace that heals the pain....

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 07:28:00 +0000

Have you ever heard a heart break into a million pieces? I did. It was mine. There was a burst of a wale then a snow shower of glazed clay pieces. My hand reached for the phone... dial the first number. No answer. Dial the second number... again no answer. Concede to the One, sitting by my side, that should the next call have no answer I would sit and "fit" it out with him. Dial... ringing.... ringing... a voice of sound comfort answers with joy to hear my voice on the other side. "I'm glad you answered I need to talk. But let me give you a preface of what has been going on..."

Then the updates take place with rabbit trails to the current situation at hand. Sound mind is taking over the emotion boiling at the surface wanting so desperately to reveal itself. Then it comes ... TRUTH, REMINDER, Compassion. There is no protective cap ... the emotions over flow and the tears begin to come.

The most amazing thing happened after that moment. I could feel the One slowly and gingerly picking up the pieces around me as I sat and listened and talked with the one he delivered to answer my call. Peace begins to take place of the anger. Remembrance takes place of the anxiety. Comfort strips the fear away.

Then the embrace. Arms wrapped snugly around me as if they were actually there. They were His. The One that drew me close last Sunday. The One that waits patiently for me. The One who has been there with arms wide open desiring me to draw near. I began to share the details of my "dance" last Sunday to "Draw Me Close to You". The intimacy and the "freedom" found that time and life had forgotten. I remembered. I remembered the promises. I remembered the covenant made with me and the peace it poured into my soul.

He had picked up each and every piece. Each piece was brought back together where he mending them. No crack was over looked. As I sat in conversation with my friend, one in which he provided, He worked. Gently and intricately, He handled and reconnected each piece. Then he begin to pour into the once broken vessel. It began to overflow ....

What Grace! Peace.... confirmation...

I am His. He cares deeply for me. He longs for my heart to receive all He has to offer. I humbly bow my head and receive. Thank you Lord!

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.--2 Cor 4:1618

The Eyes of a Girl.... (cont.) 5-19-03

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 20:42:00 +0000

*Part 2:

She was an intuitive girl with many thoughts at every moment... always watching and listening. She had dark, significant eyes, and a mouth to match. She listened well, but talked often. She didn't know any strangers. There was a fervency in her every step.

In her times of quietness, it was her moment to jot down whatever was whirling through her mind that day. If not in words, she would do it in picture. Her imagination would run wild, along with an untold wisdom that she seemed to have acquired before her time.

She wasn't sure if all of these were gifts or just outlets for her to find her thoughts and understand her reality. Whatever they were she loved them and used them often.

*Picture by Laurence Arcon on Flicker.Thank you to Flickr photographers who are generous and allow others to share their work. You are all very talented and appreciated! :o)

The Eyes of a Girl ...(5-19-2003)

noreply@blogger.com (Nette's Treasures) — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 07:41:00 +0000

*Part 1:

A child sits in the bay window looking out at the surrounding neighborhood. She watches the leaves fall gingerly to the ground in a beautiful array of colors. She thinks,"A new home." She isn't cheerless. She's content.

She knows that a new home means a new beginning. It's a new way to renovate her past. Not that she had much of one, but just a chance to better herself and her character... a new chapter, so to speak.

She loved to read and thought that to be quite an amusing parallel with life. It just fit so perfectly. A new "chapter" in her personalized "book".

**picture by Lyne's Lense from flickr.